Another White Rabbit Day

I met a friend for Dim Sum and was 15 minutes late. This was the first time he has expressed anger over my tardiness. I didn't apologize, or make an excuse, or say it wouldn't happen again. I heard what he said. I was late. I am almost always late.

After a moment of reflection, I broke the silence, and things went back to normal. But...

I have been ready to write about this issue for a while now. This isn't a new concept for me. I deal with it by making fun of it. I am the white bunny looking at a watch crying, “I'm late, I'm late!”

I understand time intellectually but not emotionally. I am the stereotypical late person. I am the one who discovers that he is early and then uses the time so well that he gets sidetracked and ends up late. I am the one who prepares for an event and arrives a day early or a day late. I am one of those who would be diagnosed with TMD (Time Mismanagement Disorder) if it was a recognized disease. I am chronognostically challenged.

Life can be weird for me. I have an electric face watch. This causes me endless problems. Sometimes I wake up and my biological clock has stopped. My watch tells me the time but I have to turn on my computer to find out the day and date.

I have held positions where timing was important. Things had to be done a certain way at certain times. Jobs like this haven't killed me. When the pressure is off my 'survival clock' shuts down.

This issue won't go away. I will continue to deal with it as best I can.

I wonder if I should get a bunny costume?